
The man in front of Alex fell down. There was a red liquid seeping from his chest. Spontaneous Alex immediately looked back, there Freya was standing upright, holding a gun with both hands.
With Alex limping towards Freya, he still could not believe what he was doing.
"You did that Fre?" alex asked as he leaned against the car door.
"I'm sorry I'm late Lex, if I could have been faster, you wouldn't have been hurt like this" Freya said. He saw Alex's shirt that began to turn red, because it was exposed to blood from his injured arm.
"I'm fine Fre, it's just a small wound." Answer Alex.
"What about them?" freya asked as she looked at some people who were already lying lifeless.
"Later someone takes care of it, now let's go home!" alex said firmly.
"Wait!" freya shouted, as she saw Alex open the car door.
Alex turned his head, looking at Freya in surprise, as if asking for an explanation.
"Your hand is hurt, let me drive" Freya said as she approached Alex.
"Can you?"
Freya smiled faintly, "i used to be rich in Lex, I'm used to cars" he said, as he got into the car.
"You don't want to go home?" freya shouted, because Alex was still silent in his place.
Then Alex regained his senses, and then got in the car.
Freya starts driving her car at high speed, she wants to get home soon, so Alex's wounds can be treated immediately.
"Slow down Fre," said Alex, he was less confident in Freya's ability to drive.
"You doubt me Lex?" freya asked with her piety. Instead of obeying Alex's orders, Freya increased her speed.
"Didn't a mobster have to be brave?" freya asked as she looked at Alex.
"Fre don't look at me, focus your eyes!" yell Alex.
Freya chuckled amusedly, "you can be scared too huh Lex, your expression is really funny," Freya teased.
"Not funny Fre." Alex answered with annoyance. And Freya responded with a crisp laugh.
A few minutes later, Alex opened his voice again.
"What do you feel now, Fre?"
Freya frowned, "unusual, I used to drive this fast too often." Answer Freya.
"Ckk, I don't mean that. You just killed people, how do you feel?" alex asked, honestly he was a little surprised by Freya's attitude. Why not seem afraid, or regret it in the least.
"I'm happy." Freya answered briefly.
Alex gasped in surprise, what kind of answer was that.
"You're crazy Fre, you just killed people, and you're feeling happy? I'm not sure if you were a good woman before" Alex said.
"I just saved you, Lex. You know, I was hesitant, afraid of misacting, and even fatal to you. But it turns out I made it, of course I'm very happy." Freya answered with a proud smile.
"You freak Fre," Alex muttered, shaking his head.
And again Freya only responded with rarity.
"Hopefully Jordan can be proud, and no longer intend to put me back on the streets. Jordan, I'd be so happy, if you could be proud of me." Inner Freya with a flowery feeling.
"Why Fre?" ask Alex suddenly.
"I'm fine." Answer Freya.
"You smile to yourself."
"You've seen Lex wrong" Freya said, adding to her speed.
***
Jordan, and Andrew were waiting for them in the living room. They were a little surprised to see Alex.
"Lex, what's going on?" jordan asked as he approached them.
Jordan helps Alex sit on the couch, and then calls David to treat Alex's wounds.
David is a private doctor in this house, they've been working together for a long time.
"Martin and his men confronted me, maybe they knew, if I had come home with this," Jordan said as he thrust a small glass bottle at Jordan.
Martin is Mike's younger brother, they are one of Jordan's rivals, and his friends.
"Is this a rare poison that many are looking for? I didn't expect Jack to get it" Jordan said, watching the bottle.
"Martin won't stay silent, he will definitely return to snatch the poison from us." Andrew looked at Jordan, and Alex in turn.
"Martin is dead." Alex said firmly. And the answer made Jordan, and Andrew looked at him intensely.
"You managed to kill him?" andrew asked doubtfully. Looking at Alex's current state, it seemed impossible, if he had killed Martin.
"It's not me, it's Freya. If only there had been no one, I might not be alive now." Alex replied grimacing in pain as David began to clean his wound.
Neither David, Andrew, nor Jordan were they staring at Alex in full search, not believing what he was saying.
They all knew that if Freya had trouble during practice, she could never shoot at a target. And now suddenly there's news that he killed Martin, who can believe it.
"I couldn't keep quiet when I saw Alex almost get shot. I gathered my courage, I tried my best, and I finally succeeded. This thing has done a great job in my life." Said Freya while pulling out a glock meyer gun from her jacket pocket.
Jordan looked at Freya sharply, then he asked her.
"Then what do you feel now? Regret, fear, or..."
"happy." Cut Freya out quickly.
Actually he also felt confused with himself, why he was happy. No fear, or regret at all. Ahhh had been living next to Jordan for too long, maybe he had caught his cruel nature.
"You're serious?" ask Jordan to investigate.
Freya nodded. Then Jordan approached Freya, and sat down next to her.
"You're gonna be my best partner. Tomorrow I will accompany you to practice" Jordan said with a big smile.
"I can't focus if I just shoot the board, can we practice with something a little challenging?" freya asked with a slanted smile.
"What do you mean?" jordan asked, he did not understand Freya's intentions.
"You have a lot of prisoners, right?"
"Oh, I get it. Well tomorrow we will train with them" Jordan said firmly.
And Freya smiled, nodding.
While David, Alex, and Andrew they looked at Freya, while gawking in disbelief.
***
Early in the morning Jordan and Freya were already in the backyard.
They were ready to practice shooting, but this time it was not the board that was targeted, but rather some prisoners who were left loose.
They were given the freedom to run, and save themselves.
As for Freya, she will try to hunt them down, and kill them all. It may sound a little sadistic, but how else, Freya can focus if the target is a living creature.
And they are captives, sooner or later, their lives will also be lost. Better to die soon, than to be locked up and starve to death imprisoned underground.
Seriate......